The atmosphere inside the residence had become unbearably tense.
No one dared to speak.
Everyone held their breath, ears perked up as they caught every sound from outside.
Jiang Qiao sat back down in the grand chair, legs crossed, and somehow had another handful of melon seeds in his hand. The crisp crack, crack of him eating them rang especially clearly through the silence.
Jiang Zhen stood by the door and glanced outside through the crack.
It was unnaturally dark outside.
Far stranger than before.
The well, the big tree, and the artificial hill in the courtyard had all been swallowed by darkness. Even their outlines were no longer visible. The view outside looked as if it had been covered by a layer of black cloth.
But then again.
Beyond the courtyard wall, amid the strange rustling sounds, wisps of green light faintly filtered through.
And by the light of what looked like ghostly fire,
he saw something moving atop the wall.
Jiang Zhen narrowed his eyes and realized that they were pale hands.
They climbed over the courtyard wall from outside, fingers gripping the top as they strained to pull their bodies upward.
Countless hands.
It was as if a row of white mushrooms had grown from the wall.
This reminded him of a Supernatural Event he had encountered before becoming a Special Ability User.
It had taken place in a Mass Grave affected by supernatural forces. Because the corpses had been buried too shallowly, when a torrential rainstorm came, the dead hands had actually reached out from the soil and clawed toward the sky.
He had seen it with his own eyes.
Two passersby had been seized by the ankles by the hands that suddenly reached out, then dragged into the earth.
Later, Special Ability Users had arrived.